Sun Yanwan didn't know who the disciple of this Taoist nun was. He only sang his name and the peak of his origin in the competition. He was a serious disciple of Songyang. Of course, he knew the identity and origin of his opponent when he heard it. He had only been back to the mountain for a few days and didn't know these at all. He was afraid of being wrongly called, so he simply didn't speak, but just drew out the Jingchan Sword and looked at him with a little slight emptiness.

The little Taoist nun pulled her sword and returned to the Chaoxia sword technique.

Sun Yanwan had never learned the sword technique this way, but he saw Yan Sheng practicing it. The Jingchan Sword in his hand turned slightly, and he still used the basic sword style, pointing to the left shoulder of the Taoist nun from an unexpected angle.

Sun Yanwan knew that the magic sword technique could not be used easily, so he spent a lot of energy to disassemble it and turn it into the most basic sword style. He also asked his senior brother Zhang Qingxi for advice. Later, he learned the Hunyuan sword technique and had a deeper understanding of the basic sword style. Although he only used the basic sword technique and would definitely not be able to face a strong enemy, he was relatively easy to deal with this kind of martial arts competition.

The little Taoist nun hurriedly lowered her shoulders and wrists, tied a sword flower, and pointed it at Sun Yanwan's chest.

A crisp sound!

The little Taoist nun's sword spine was gently whipped by Sun Yanwan.

He swung the sword in a round way and pulled it down. It was very powerful. The Taoist nun used his sword moves, but he couldn't exert enough force. She pulled off the sword in her palm by this. She was stunned for a moment. She didn't even pick up the sword, and she jumped off the stone platform with her face covering her face.

Sun Yanwan was a little embarrassed. This little Taoist nun was about to cry, but it was not convenient for him to follow him and comfort him. After all, there were two girls watching the Lingjian Tower on the West Cliff!

This little Taoist nun is born in an ordinary way, and it is difficult to lose the big one because of the small one.

Sun Yanan took the sword into the sheath, but saw a young Taoist priest jumping up, picked up the sword thrown by the little Taoist nun, bowed to him, and jumped down again, and secretly praised in his heart: "What an authentic dog licking."

He got off the stone platform and was about to go back to the Lingjian Tower when he was stopped by a Taoist nun in white.

Sun Yanwan recognized this Taoist nun. Both sides had passed by on the road, but they didn't notice him. At that time, he asked his senior brother, and Zhang Qingxi said that he had fought with the other party in a sect competition, but he didn't have the nerve to say that he had beaten and cried.

The Taoist nun in white was dressed as snow, and her pretty face was frost. She was also a little beauty at the school beauties on the earth. She said lightly: "Have your senior brother been back yet?"

Sun Yanwan was slightly surprised and said, "Do you still want to compete with my senior brother?"

"You are not his opponent."

"My senior brother is cruel and ruthless. What if you beat you up and cry?"

The Taoist nun in white had a pretty face blushed, she looked at him fiercely, and turned around.

She was really beaten and cried by Zhang Qingxi in public.

Sun Yanwan shook his head. As a modern person, he has some research on psychology and guessed that this little Taoist nun had been beaten by the eldest brother, so he had the shadow of the eldest brother in his heart.

Well, this is a sin!

As soon as Sun Yanwan got to the Lingjian Tower, he saw that Sun Lingdie and Nanmeng Palace had strange eyes and hurriedly explained: "I am not familiar with that white-clothed Taoist nun. She is an acquaintance with the eldest brother. I asked me if my eldest brother is back?"

Zhang Qingxi didn't expect that "people sit in the building, and the pot comes from the sky." He smiled slightly and had no explanation at all.

The eldest brother was extremely patient and gave another tips on Sun Yanwan's swordsmanship.

After a while, a little Taoist priest arrived outside the building and shouted, "Two junior uncles, the teacher asked me to ask, are you going to compete in martial arts today?"

Sun Yanwan thought to himself: "These two competitions did not waste much energy, and immediately replied: "You can compete with another one."

The little Taoist priest answered and left quietly again.

After a while, Sun Yanwan's name was sung outside. This time the opponent's name was very strange. He was a duplicate surname, named Linghu, with a single name with the word Shao, and was born in Tiandu Peak.

Sun Yanwan went down the Lingjian Tower and saw a young man with a rectangular face and a flying eyebrows. He had a wild and free temperament. At the age of fifteen or sixteen, he held a long sword and bowed when he saw Sun Yanwan bowing and shouting: "Junior Brother Sun!"

Sun Yanwan asked: "Senior Brother Linghu is the disciple of Master Yin Bailian?"
Chapter completed!